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There is no city but therethrough doth that proud story ring

Of King Erechtheus’ burghers told,

Who made thy shrine in hallowed Pytho, Phoebus Harper-King,

A marvel to behold.

In Isthmian contests five were ye victorious

Inspiring the bard’s strain;

At Zeus’ Olympian Feast one prize most glorious,

At Kirrha twain,